A Different Angle

Originally posted: 22 April, 2011

Disclaimer: This is not Abhishek’s blog. This is Deepak Vasisht’s blog. And Deepak Vasisht is not writing this post because the blog is run by Abhishek. Had it been someone else, I would have written the same post. I have done it before, I will do it again.

I had promised I would write a post titled “Why Abhishek Gupta can’t have a girlfriend?” on Sunday, but several other commitments had to be honored and the delay became inevitable. Besides, I had no real intentions of writing the post. But given frequent accusations of being lazy and a fresher writing the same post left me searching for reasons. The thought process was exponentiated by an fb ping from a person I had hardly known, but met just once. She was quite eager to see the post written. She was as close to Abhishek as anyone could get, yet she was interested in the post. She willingly gave me personal details about Abhishek so as to help me write the post. I do not want to leave you guessing. She was Abhishek’s cousin sister who has been at IITD for the past few months as a project trainee from Banasthali University, Rajasthan.

Now, while she wanted the post to be hilarious, the reasons she gave me just showed how close she was to Abhishek, and how she would miss the exciting time spent here once she would leave. She would still be close to him, but obviously, things would be different. She wanted the post written before she leaves on 4th May, but she knows I have majors. Majors have to wait for I have to write this post. Perhaps Abhishek would write a blog post on her departure, perhaps he would give her a farewell present and /or treat. But those things should wait. Here was a sister waiting to express her thoughts, I proposed a combined post. She said she doesn’t write well. Even I don’t. But I had to convey her feelings. Lots of love in every sentence she spoke. She writes well, I must say. I am confused whether I must quote her exactly. Wouldn’t that be a violation of trust? But any addition/deletion from my side might dilute the feelings. So here is what she had to say. This has been copied from fb chat, so formatting is really bad, but I saw the feelings, you will see them too.

bahut bada sanki hai woh­

sanki budha­

namkeen nahi khani toh nahi khani­

taste bhi nahi karega­

nahana nahi hai toh nahi nahana­

kitna hi bolte raho­

suji ka shahi halwa khana hai shahi glass bowl mein­

jo woh sochta hai kewal wohi thik hai­

phir apni baat ko prove karne k liye apne hi fundaes­

mujhse bolta hai meri kisi k mails nahi padni chahiye­

aur meri mails pad raha tha­

uski baat usi par apply kari toh bola­

abhishek gupta k mails nahi padni chahiye­

apne liye fundae uske specific hai­

jo woh karta hai tats fine n nice n if same thing is done by someone else toh usme galti hai­

jo woh kare tats perfect­

bcoz he believes he is stud­

he is IITian­

n all upon tat compu ka banda hai­

bt bahut sweet hearted hai­

always ready to help

kitna bhi busy ho par humesha kahega mein vella hu­

hostel tak mujhe chod kar hi ayega­

main kahti rahungi k main chali jaungi nahi­

main hi chodunga­

aur ek din raaat ko 3 baje call karta hai­

ap aa jao­

apna project dikhana hai­

tab kuon nahi aya hostel lene­

n all upon tat­

humne bulaata hai aur project dikha kar so jata hai­

@Shruti di: I am sorry, you wanted me to give better words to your thoughts. I couldn’t find any. Sorry for making this conversation public. I failed your trust in that I was a better writer than you were. Sorry! once again.